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6. A Perfect Mess

Well, well look at you
little miss has to pick the wounds
and that’s so literal, and your so critical
well if you feel like there's cause to be cold you can straddle the stove
I'm a man not a handbag, a friend not a servant
is it hell being right all the time?

I wouldn’t call this dating
Ill get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say

Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to get out of bed
Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to have any friends
Come whisper in my ear a secret so profound I'll forget to write it down
Now left here with, the memory of the best and worst thing ill ever love

I wouldn’t call this dating
Ill get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
I wouldn’t call this dating
Ill get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say

Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess

I wouldn’t call this dating
Ill get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
I wouldn’t call this dating
Ill get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
That’s what they say
Some things will never change
Some things will never

Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess
Aren’t we the perfect mess

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